Letra de Fake Ps - Jaeychino

(Feat. ST6 JodyBoof)

(Striker Radio)

It's your time, (SJ, ha), oh yeah

(You are now listening to twentythree) Comin' through every hood, blowin' up every street

Slime, slime, slime, oh yeah

ARP Jody, my brodie, he with me

I'm riding with Jaey, I know we gon' blow

We the last in this shit, bro really the hope

My Tris' like the cleaners, this shit like some soap

Black truck with them shooters, I feel like the Pope

Just got on my flight, I done caught me a load

On the way to the show, bitch, I'm clutching on Colt

Don't call my phone if it ain't more than a Lamb'

Man, free all the men locked up doing overtime

Niggas riding the wave, can't keep up with the flow

It take seven days to get my shit back on glow

If you reach, I'ma teach with this P in my coat

I really be weefing, I'm in love with the smoke

In the spot with my aunt, she in love with the blow

He got hit with that shit, made his ass do The Woah

Salute to the Navy, I ride with them bombs

Keep popping fake pills, won't go out like Quan

I'm scoring on pints, got a line on the drank

I just laced up for sliding like I'm at the rink

I was tapping that bitch and I ain't even blink

Just popped me a ten now I can't even think

He got hit with that shit, it turned your nigga pink

Bro serving them butter, we left shit in the sink

Got aim with that Glock, I don't even gotta wink

It's two in the morning, I'm looking for drank

I'm nodding off drank, bitch, I feel like I'm Lucki

Bro scored on some Tris' now we hitting the Dougie

I pop out their cut, now their whole hood screaming

Young Turnt back home, he the real young demon

I really got money, I ain't doing no faking

Your man got clipped and it just started raining

I'm the hope in this shit, I ain't saying I'm famous

They all on my dick 'cause a nigga done made it

I'm riding with Jaey, I know we gon' blow

We the last in this shit, bro really the hope

My Tris' like the cleaners, this shit like some soap

Black truck with them shooters, I feel like the Pope

Just got on my flight, I done caught me a load

On the way to the show, bitch, I'm clutching my pole

Don't call my phone if it ain't more than a Lamb'

Man, free all the men locked up doing overtime

Niggas riding the wave, can't keep up with the flow

It take seven days to get my shit back on glow

If you reach, I'ma teach with this P in my coat

I really be weefing, I'm in love with the smoke

In the spot with my aunt, she in love with the bl—

He got hit with that shit, made his ass do The Woah

Salute to the Navy, I ride with them bo—

Keep popping fake pills, won't go out like Quan

I'm scoring on pints, got a line on the drank

I just laced up for sliding like I'm at the rink

I was tapping that bitch and I ain't even blink

Just popped me a ten now I can't even think

He got hit with that shit, it turned your nigga pink

Bro serving them butter, we left shit in the sink

Got aim with that Glock, I don't even gotta wink

It's two in the morning, I'm looking for drank

I'm nodding off drank, bitch, I feel like I'm Lucki

Bro scored on some Tris' now we hitting the Dougie

I pop out their cut, now their whole hood screaming

Young Turnt back home, he the real young demon

I really got money, I ain't doing no faking

Your man got clipped and it just started raining

I'm the hope in this shit, I ain't saying I'm famous

They all on my dick 'cause a nigga done made it

(Striker Radio)

(Slime, slime, slime)

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